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"With the Three Thousand Realms around, he has a great many artifacts, skills, and items at his disposal, so there won't be a problem no matter how many contestants there are."

"Moreover, providing power-ups for reincarnated heroes is his job, and he is very good at it."

"Experts who are already quite strong can choose to unlock one ability or equipment, while ordinary people with little strength can choose a cheat provided by the gods."

"The choice is their own, it's all up to the individual, so even if they lose, they shouldn't have any complaints."

Apollo nodded slightly and added:

"Since it was my own choice, I can't blame the other party for being too good."

"Furthermore, the venue can be adjusted."

"Fighting on a narrow arena is not fair to those who are strategic and good at long-range attacks. The arena could be changed to a maze, swamp, forest, volcano, etc."

"As for the venue, participants can choose it themselves or draw lots. In fact, drawing lots should be fairer."

"Great!" Shirou Shiro exclaimed again, and wrote it down in his notebook.

Shirou Hashiba smiled and remarked:

"As expected, there is strength in numbers. As soon as you arrived, the progress immediately skyrocketed."

“Even if I hadn’t come, you would have guessed it,” Apollo said nonchalantly.

"Well... it's always better to make a decision sooner rather than later."

Having a moment of free time, Shirou Hashiba shifted his gaze to Saitama and Artemis behind Apollo and asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, I haven't had a chance to ask yet, what brings the three of you to the Yorozuya? Are you here to say hello, or do you have a request?"

“It’s definitely a request.” Shirou Shizawa, who had finished recording, put down his pen and said with a smile, “He doesn’t know you’re here, so he wouldn’t just chat with a clone for no reason.”

"That makes sense." Shirou Hashiba nodded slightly. "What is it? Tell me?"

"You should see for yourself."

Apollo extended his right hand and bumped fists with him.

"I see. Come to think of it, Saitama does need some kind of restraint."

Shirou Hashiba, lost in thought, glanced at Saitama, who stood expressionless and as wooden as a statue, and pondered:

Do you have any goals?

"That's why we came to discuss this with you, because we didn't find a suitable candidate."

"Then tell us your requirements, such as personality, abilities, family situation, etc."

Apollo glanced at Saitama, seeing that he remained unmoved, seemingly indifferent, and slowly spoke:

"First of all, it must be a woman, but of course, if there is a suitable candidate, a man can also be chosen."

"Secondly, she needs to be good at taking care of people, such as doing laundry, cooking, and grocery shopping, since she is a nanny."

"As for personality, you need to be patient, or in other words, gentle and considerate."

"In addition, they need to have a certain level of combat ability, the kind that can easily subdue small fry."

"We must try our best to prevent Saitama from making a move, lest he act recklessly..."

"I don't have many requirements regarding family circumstances, but orphans would be best, so there won't be any other troubles."

Shirou Hashiba stared at him speechlessly for a long time before sighing:

Don't you think your words are contradictory?

Chapter 642 Isn't someone perfectly suited to meet the requirements?

Chapter 642, Section 643: Isn't someone perfectly suited to meet the requirements?

"Really?" Apollo asked with a smile. "These are all necessary conditions; I haven't even mentioned the minor details yet."

"It's too complicated and the requirements are too high. You might as well just post a personal ad."

Shirou Hashiba paused for a moment, then continued his commentary:

"It requires a certain level of combat ability and the ability to take the initiative in a fight, which clearly indicates a violent and impulsive personality."

"Then, they also need to be good at taking care of people and have a gentle personality."

"A woman with such a complex and changeable personality, I think there might be someone in a mental hospital who fits your requirements perfectly."

"Wait a minute! Didn't someone perfectly meet the requirements?" Shirou Shiro suddenly spoke up.

At the same time, with a slight thought, he summoned a comic book from the white mist space and threw it on the table.

"Are there women like that in the Dragon Ball world? I don't remember them." Shirou Hashiba looked surprised.

Shirou Hakusawa smiled, flipping through the manga as he spoke:

"He appeared quite early in the early stages, but later on, even the author himself completely forgot about him, and he had no role at all."

"He is good at taking care of people, and he took good care of Sun Wukong, Master Roshi, and others. He also has a good temper."

"But at the same time, he is also good at fighting, and ordinary thugs are really no match for him."

"Besides, she just likes bald heads."

Apollo chuckled softly, then burst into laughter:

"What do you mean by liking bald men? It just happens that the person she likes is bald."

The moment Apollo heard what Shirou Hakuze said, he realized that he was talking about Launch.

"When Sun Wukong went to Master Roshi's house earlier, he didn't see Launch. She should still be running around, right?"

"Why don't we just call Sun Wukong over and ask him?" Shirou closed his eyes, located Sun Wukong, and sent a telepathic message.

The next moment, Sun Wukong teleported over with his right fingertip touching his forehead.

"What do you want?"

"It's simple. Given Saitama's current condition, it's hard to feel at ease with him. We want Launch to take care of him."

"Who is Lanqi?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Uh...sorry, so much time has passed that I almost forgot there was such a character in the original work."

"That joke isn't funny at all, hey!"

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Sun Wukong picked up the comic book on the table, quickly flipped through it, and exclaimed:

"It's so nostalgic. It's been so long since I've read the Dragon Ball manga."

"You live in the Dragon Ball world, yet you haven't read the manga?"

"Well...it's precisely because I live there that I deliberately ignore the existence of comics and don't pay attention to them."

Even when sharing memories, this remains true.

Therefore, for Sun Wukong, it had been a very long time since he had seen the comic book content again.

"By the way, you'd better hurry up," Shirou Shiro reminded him. "If Launch goes to Master Roshi again, she definitely won't want to leave, then we'll have to find someone else."

"That shouldn't be possible."

Shirou Hashiba shook his head slightly, denying it:

"Without Goku joining them, Master Roshi and Krillin can't use the Flying Nimbus. At their current speed, they can't go very far."

“That makes sense, but just in case, let’s hurry,” Shirou Shiro said again.

"Don't worry, Master Roshi and Krillin are currently wandering around this city as contestants. If I don't open the door, they won't be able to get back. However, just in case, I'll go back and find them now."

Sun Wukong opened the Anywhere Door, took a step out, and disappeared from their sight along with the Anywhere Door.

......

Dragon Ball world.

The blonde Lanky is robbing a train, armed with a machine gun.

Upon seeing Sun Wukong appear out of nowhere, he immediately said impatiently:

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way? Hand over your wallet right now!"

Sun Wukong looked at her curiously, and unconsciously thought to himself:

Why would a guy who did this when he was broke end up delivering packages years later?

Perhaps, Akira Toriyama really forgot about her and just slapped his forehead and randomly drew a scene.

"Stop it, or I won't be polite."

"What a joke! I'd like to see just how you intend to be impolite!"

Enraged, blonde Lan Qi pulled the trigger, and bullets rained down instantly.

Sun Wukong's arms transformed into countless afterimages, catching them one by one and throwing them to the ground.

"The blue-haired guy is easier to talk to and doesn't need much explanation. On the contrary, you need to say more."

"Next, I will take you to a place where you will serve as a bodyguard for someone and protect his safety."

"Of course, this is a decision, and you don't have the right to refuse."

Braving a hail of bullets, Sun Wukong approached the golden-haired Lan Qi step by step.

When they got close, the machine gun suddenly stopped firing; it had run out of ammunition.

"It seems you have no other weapons."

"I still have my fists!"

Blonde Lanqi threw a punch, but as the wind of the punch approached, she suddenly froze in place, only her head could move.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? By the way, if you're going to spit, I'll stuff a handful of dirt into your mouth."

"Who are you?! How could a child be so powerful?!"

"I am a fighter. I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and am slightly stronger than the average person."